PayDay – that old candy I used to see on TV but never ate. Well I dont know about you but every job doesnt get a paycheck every other week. Some are every week, like the lower rate jobs like a clerical in a hardware store. My jobs at a restaurant and a retail store were every week pay too. Good thing Gil and Kaz both recognize the absurdity of the boys analysis. What difference does a paycheck make with an amatuer basketball performance? We finally get some answers but they make no sense, so we’re back to square 1, or so it seems.
Maybe its because his mom can afford to let him have an allowance for his weekend tiffs with Molly, thereby making him happier, and thus affecting his play in a positive way. Thats the best I can do here. Meanwhile I’m gonna have another PayDay, if I can find it at Walgreens.
By the way I love the girl in the short blue top with the longer orange shirt underneath..
Well that didnt take long. One good butt-kicking and princess is already dreaming up her next big scheme. Here theyre nice enough to not only let her be a trainer, they suit her up on a moments notice and throw her to the wolves. Its obviously over her head, and she will announce that she’s heading back to the soccer pitch next week to resume her soccer career. Ah well, alls well that ends well, and she escaped without getting her body broken in half or brains scrambled. Nice hairstyle too.
So, I guess the refs don’t call taunting in the Valley Conference. Nevertheless, I suppose it’s good to see that whenever a girl is threatened, big strong men will come and save her. Wait, that’s a terrible lesson to learn. I’m not sure that it’s worse than giving your daughter a non-certified pre-owned Jeep Compass to drive but…
Is panel three a mid-week cliffhanger? As goes Milford, so goes the nation and all of that? Tune in tomorrow to find out!
Yes, it is all about True. Wonderful True, the boy that can do anything. He can ease Mrs. Radley’s broken heart and ultimately lead Barry Bader to a place of selflessness and empathy. Oh, True, thou art so wonderful. Let us sing your praises. Pbbbbbtt! (Is that how to spell out a raspberry sound?)
Sure Barry, we can put a Boo Radley Memorial Little Free Library in your yard. Bear in mind that is will probably get knocked over three to four times a week. It may or may not get used much for books, as vandals might leave behind excess rocks, spray paint and toilet paper to share with other “well wishers”. Some thoughtful folks might leave copies of the AA Bible.
Counting today, I think that’s probably all we have left to see of Barry (unless of course that’s him sauntering into oblivion in P3 in best Kenzie Hanley and Maxwell Bacon fashion). Nothing like the twelve years Del got yesterday. Given the current pacing of this strip. maybe Barry will be a senior by then!
Who’s to say that Barry hasn’t “gotten it”? Certainly not the self-righteous Ken Brown. So the little jerk lashed out at your mom. He didn’t know she was your mom until you told him so, and you’ve carried a grudge against him ever since. Ken’s inability to recognize Barry’s pain and what passes for Barry’s coping mechanisms doesn’t win him any points or make him a sympathetic character.
From the Architectural Details Dept.: Are there staircases immediately to the left and right of Ken and True? Is this the M.C. Escher Wing of Milford High?
Listen, I’m not gonna put any more thought into this strip today. I can’t get sucked into making comparisons between Gil Thorp and other strips; I’m having a hard enough time as it is trying to figure out when my own life turned into a panel of Arlo and Janis. Anyway, here’s a song for Del.
Sometimes, I feel a tinge of guilt about having little to say about these strips.
Not today. I think I learned that from Boo or something…
Ah, yes, not texting and driving, not drinking and driving, no the real menace on the roads these days are old fogies such as myself who still listen to music stored on physical media.
Speaking of random, just yesterday I was running an errand and found myself driving behind a young woman in a Jeep Compass – I couldn’t tell if she had a diastema – and I wanted to warn her, to say something…
Question: I hope I never have to find out but is wearing an onyx earring the size of a baby’s fist appropriate funeral wear?